ignite the spark

There has been so much goodness filling my well as I re-enter from my first time teaching at Squam Arts Workshops.  It was an amazing experience and has confirmed what I have known since I was a little girl. . . I love teaching, and am meant to share that with the world.  Dreaming up more ways to make that happen.    

Have you seen the drinkable book?  My goodness!!!  Genius!!!  Inspiring me to see that a book can really be anything and help people in an infinite number of ways.  

My dear friend Mindy Tsonas is hosting an amazing online workshop:  Inner Alchemy Circle - Fire Coven.  The gathering begins on July 6th and the line up of teachers is magical.  I would love to circle with you there.  

Have you heard about Indie Kindred?  Well it is now available for rent on vimeo.  Hooray!  Jen Lee has crafted together the meaning of collaboration so beautifully.  

And if you are looking to get your paint on this summer then look no further than Mindy Lacefield's Image, Play, Emerge online workshop.  Mindy has a fun and playful approach to painting that will get you going.  


Happy Friday!  Hope your weekend is filled with sunshine and giggles.  

piecing it together

The pieces were scattered
We weren't even sure if they were all their
But we began anyway
Flat sides found their way first
Creating the border
Keeping us contained
Observing the pieces closely we made some matches
Piece by piece it started to come together
We didn't set out to finish that night
We were in for the long journey
Enjoying  the process
Piecing it together in passing moments
And in between giggles
With all hands on deck
The puzzle emerged as one
Teaching us the virtue of patience
That people see things we miss
And reminding us that everything is better with friends
It may look like just a puzzle, but it is so much more

 

Dedicated to the lovely ladies of Ishnana.  Who kept me laughing, taught me how to knit, and made squam that much sweeter.  
 

the lake held us gently

There was color
There was twinkle lights
There was laughter . . . the deep belly kind

There were puzzles to put together
There were letters to be written and then burned
There were moments of dreams coming true

There was support and love
Friendships were formed and deepened
Kindness spilled out

So much goodness was witnessed by the lake
And gently she held it all
Inviting us in for a dip, moments of reflection, or time to explore

My mind and heart are still processing
Tears have been falling
As I reflect on what I have carried home

A full heart
Gratitude tucked into my pockets
And another journey to encourage me to keep stepping forward

More soon about my adventures at squam.  

friendship formed through letters :: Guest Post

beautiful postcard created by Carolyn

beautiful postcard created by Carolyn

Today I am sharing with you a Guest post from Joette.  She has been an amazing support of the Love Notes Post Card Project and through the project has made a friend.  Below are my questions to Joette and her responses.  

Where are you from?  
I live in a rural community, of about 10,000, in southern Minnesota.  I have lived here all of my life.


What is your most favorite thing about where you live?  
I have 2 top favorites--my mom, sister, and 2 nieces live in Waseca and I see them often.  Also, my favorite thing is the location where I live.  My husband built our house, our son helped, and my dad did the cement work so there are fond memories of our house from the start.  Our backyard looks out over the lake and we have birds and wildlife and a peaceful view.  I love sitting outside in the screened in porch drinking coffee.  It is a perfect place to journal or be creative.


What are the top three things that you enjoy most in life?  
My family, friends, and photography.


What peaked your interest in the Love Notes Post Card Project and made you say yes to give it a chance?
Two years ago, December, 2012, you were the guest post on Vivienne McMaster's website.  I have taken some of Vivienne's online classes on self-portraiture and she is amazing!  I love reading her posts and seeing her amazing photography.  Vivienne wrote that day that she loves your project and "what arrives in your mailbox these days--bills, junk, coupons.  When was the last time you were excited to get the mail?"  Well this was so true!  I wandered on over to your website and read more about the project and signed up!  I was a little nervous but excited to give it a try!


What is it about the project that keeps you coming back?  
Connections with people from all over.  Creating postcards and notecards for them.  Getting their creative postcards and words in my mailbox.  It fascinates me how each of us respond so differently to your prompts.  Sometimes we share more than just the prompts you give us.  Writing out my postcards and mailing them.

I am still in contact with some.  Each time is a new adventure!  Who knows, one day maybe I will have written to someone in all 50 states and other countries!

Let's say you were sitting with a friend telling her about it, what would you say?
I would share my stories about the people that I have met and their creative postcards I have received.  I would tell her that sometimes you make a connection with who you are paired with and you keep writing, whether it be occasionally postcards, or stay in touch on facebook, or continue writing.  I would share with them the enjoyment of sending out my postcards to them and making them postcards or my photo cards.

You have developed a connection through the project, how did this connection with Carolyn unfold?
When I do the post card project, I tell my partner about where I live and a little about myself and I share my interests, besides doing the prompts.  For some reason, I cannot do just the prompts! I enjoy doing them but I want to tell them more! You always tell us to write from the heart and that there is no right or wrong way.  Because of your words, it encourages me to write the way I know how to - beyond just the prompts.  

Carolyn commented when I had written in my last love notes writing that I like to, and enjoy, writing letters to friends and family.  She told me she likes to write letters too.  She reached out and asked in her writing "Would you like to continue?" Those simple words started a friendship - it made a connection between the two of us.  I am so thankful she asked!  I had thought about that possibility with Carolyn, and with others, but was never brave enough to ask because I was afraid the answer could be no.  Carolyn was brave enough to ask even though she wasn't sure of what I would say.
  So that is our story and how our friendship began.  It was serendipity!


What have you enjoyed most about writing to Carolyn and what have you learned?
I have learned and enjoy discovering the many things we have in common...we each have a son and a daughter and are both empty nesters; we both have been married a long time; we both love the movie "You've Got Mail"; we both love quilts -- she quilts and I collect them and want to learn to quilt one day; we both keep travel journals; we both have our creative space in our home; both of us are creative; we are both oldest siblings; she makes amazing handmade, unique cards, and she inspires me to create a card for her when I write her; our letters to each other are chatty.  

I enjoy how joyful it is to get and read her letters.  I enjoy how she inspires me to be more creative with card making.  I have learned that you can sense kindness from what a person writes and how you know this is someone you could be friends with long distance.  I enjoy getting her incredibly creative cards in my mailbox and her handwritten, long letters.  We enjoy sharing thoughts, ideas, creativity, projects, and our lives. Someday we will meet!


How do you feel when a note from Carolyn arrives in your mailbox?
Excited! It makes my week!  I cannot wait to read her long letter and see the card she created for me.  I go back later and re-read her letter to be sure I haven't missed anything.  And I cannot wait to sit down and answer her letter and share my life with her.  I re-read her letter again as I write her back.  It is another chance for me to share my photography with her or create a card for her. 

Anything else you would like to share with us?
I am so happy that I read Vivienne's blog that day back in December of 2012 and you were the guest post.  I am so loving your Love Notes Post Card Project and appreciate your hosting this for all of us that choose to participate.  Thank you for this gift! It is so wonderful receiving mail in your mailbox and the excitement of what will the card be like that they made for you, sharing creativity, and sharing words with each other.  I enjoy your posts on your website.  You are such a gifted writer.  You inspire me.

Another round is right around the corner, starting June 15th.  You won't want to miss it.  Click here to learn more and sign up!  
 

story

Look around you
Stories are everywhere
They live in the air you breathe, the people you meet, the way you travel home

A story lives in the neighbor you see walking through the parking lot, every single day with his cane.  Even if it is freezing, he is out there.  With a determined look on his face you can feel his will power as he takes step after step.  You are in awe how he keeps showing up.

A story live in the words not spoken
The things you wish you would have said
And the things you never had a chance to say

There is a story in the love you still hold in your heart for the one who got away.  Thoughts creep in throughout the day at the most unexpected moments.  A scent in the air, a song playing on the radio.  All of it takes you back, and the story plays on repeat.

There is a story dancing in the guy sitting at the park in the grass, leaning against the lamp post, smiling widely.  He is soaking in the beautiful day and enjoying every moment of sunshine.  He is happy, and that is a good story to tell.  

There is a in the laughter between the children as they run and play.  Chasing one another, falling down, and getting back up.  So easily they play.  Not a care in the world, but a story building in there heart.  

There is always a story

When we open up our minds and our hearts we become more receptive to these stories.  We begin to tell them out loud, share them with the world, and soak in the goodness that is the story.  

Stories breathe in and out of us
They crack us open
Teach us how to love
And they help us grow

Stories guide us home
They ignite a spark in us
And remind us of where we have been

There is a story to tell
There is always a story to tell
All you need to do is find it

why I race

It begins the night before
I check my alarm to ensure it is set
I try to fall asleep, but I struggle
I check my alarm again, is the sound all the way up?
Once I finally doze off I dream of the next day
Even though I have no idea what is going to unfold

The moments before I stand on the starting line
I panic
"Why did I say yes to this?"
"I am not going to be able to make it"
"How can I get out of this, right now"
All of these are thoughts that run through my head

But there is no turning back
And so I begin
Settling into a groove
My mind shifts
My body accepts the challenge
And I push myself further than I ever thought I could go

What I love most about these events are
The camaraderie between those competing
And the cheers from the volunteers and spectators
Each word of encouragement helps me take that next step
Each high five sends a surge of energy into my blood stream
I realize I am not alone

I push myself up the hills
I climb over obstacles
Get covered in mud
And I am smiling
Cheering loudly
And wondering where the finish line is

Before I began I was filled with fear
Looking for any way to run the other direction
But as I jump over the fire, and cross the finish line
I am so glad I showed up
I realize I am stronger than I thought I was
And I can do anything I put my mind to 

This is why I race
To feel the gamut of emotions
To show up with fear, and finish with pride
To push myself past my edges
Take myself further than I ever thought I could go
And for the camaraderie with others

For me it was never about time
It was about finishing
And I did just that, with a big smile on my face